The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coat was gone. It was not lost. It was not stolen. It had simply ceased to exist in the place where it should have been. Margaret stood in the hallway. The air was cold. She wore only her robe. Her arms were crossed. She felt the absence. It was a physical thing. A hole in the air. It had been blue. Faded blue. Worn thin at the elbows. The buttons were cracked. One was missing. She had sewn...

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